Aria's POV

The doorknob clicked behind me with a soft finality, sealing the heat inside. I rolled my eyes as sweat traced the curve of my spine beneath my blouse. Of course, the room felt like an oven. No surprise there. This pack house couldn’t regulate temperature if its life depended on it.

I slipped off my heels one after the other with my toes, letting them clatter to the floor. The echo felt too sharp, too hollow. Something was…off. I took a step forward, squinting into the semi-darkness. The creamy curtains I know I left open earlier were now drawn shut, swallowing the moonlight I had counted on to...